Short Story - Cinderella

Head of a women by Leonardo Davinci
Cinderella
Prompt:"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this was a gift." Mary Oliver
The teenage girl looked at the mop bucket full of grey water with a few dying soap bubbles still floating in place. She thrust her hand into the icy water and retrieved a scrub brush. Shaking the extra water off she resumed her attack on the sludge that covered the stone slate floor.             The large manor house would have been considered a fortunate abode if she did not have to clean its vast halls by hand. But alas it was her lot to assist the servants since money could not be spared for additional help. The family’s fortune was being spent to provide Anastasia and Drusilla; her stepsisters, the proper attire of fine ladies.             She shifted on the floor to ease the throbbing pain in her knees and in her back. She glanced up and was started by loud pounding at the front door. Raymond, their butler, briskly walked up to the door as if he was expecting someone. He opened the door wide and a rabble rushed inside the great hall.             Her stepmother and her stepsisters rushed forward in their fine gowns. ‘What is the meaning of this?” demanded her stepmother.            “How dare a rabble of fools come in such a state!” yelled Drusilla.            Anastasia smirked. “Now off with you before we call the watch. Raymond, throw these black-guards out!”            The butler smiled a thin smile. “My ladies, I no longer work for you. These men are now in charge.”            The leader of the band smiled a toothy grin. “Long live the French Revolution.  Because of the injustices of the aristocracy the poor people are rising up and taking what they deserve and you my ladies are going to that prison that you so richly deserve. Let them eat cake indeed.”             The three women were then grabbed and led away. As they walked past Cinderella Anastasia pointed at her stepsister and said, “She, she is one of us, if we are going to prison she should go as well.”
            The leader glanced at the girl in rags with a brush in her hand then back at Anastasia. “You demand she serve you in prison as well?  Be assured that this poor girl will never have to do your bidding again. Now off with you.”